The Heavenly Demon of the Blue Sky - Chapter 65

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Cang Tian Heavenly Demon 065
Crack-crack-crack-boom—!
The massive peak looming before the gates of Namgung’s territory shattered, and a plume of earth and dust erupted skyward.
Shin Ma emerged through the choking cloud and paused, gazing down at the Namgung estate—then started in genuine surprise.
‘What?’
Namgung should have been nothing but charred ruins and ash.
Yet the estate that spread before him now stood completely rebuilt—tall wooden palisades, sturdy watchtowers, and hall upon hall of structures repaired with meticulous care.
The scale of what had been accomplished in mere years seemed impossible to believe.
But Shin Ma’s expression twisted into a bitter sneer.
“Kehe hehe. Pretty surface dressing means nothing.”
Namgung’s martial elite had been wiped out entirely in the previous war.
What good were a handful of outsiders brought in to shore up an empty shell of a clan? How earnestly would they truly fight for Namgung?
His gaze fixed on the central hall’s roof, the highest point in the compound.
Beneath the Namgung banner—blue silk rippling in the wind—
stood a youthful boy looking down at him: Namgung Hyeok, the Clan Head.
‘This whelp…dares to kill my master and brother?’
Blood-red fury surged in his chest. He drew his Internal Energy from his core, radiating a chilling killing intent, and began his provocation in a voice like thunder.
“Beneath the already-fallen Cang Tian, what use is assuming a defensive posture by begging other sects for aid? That pitiful sandcastle you’ve built will crumble to dust this very day!”
Shin Ma’s voice rolled across the entire Namgung compound like thunder.
He pressed on, intent on shattering the young Clan Head’s composure.
“Do you remember? That day when Namgung was annihilated! My master and brother led the vanguard, and I followed in their wake, trampling Namgung beneath our feet! Even now, the screams of your family crawling on the ground ring clear in my ears!”
His laughter tore the air like nails on slate.
“Your mother and father were no different! Thinking themselves fit to be Clan Head and Lady, they stubbornly resisted to the bitter end—and died miserably for it! Kya ha ha ha!”
He glared at Namgung Hyeok on the roofing with predatory eyes.
With his parents mocked so thoroughly, any hot-blooded youth would see red.
And yet—
“…?”
Namgung Hyeok atop the roof remained utterly still.
More than still—indifferent.
His expression spoke of profound annoyance, as though watching some stray mutt bark in the distance.
He stuck his pinky into his ear and scratched idly.
That casual, brazen composure twisted Shin Ma’s face in fury.
“You bastard! Your parents were torn apart by our hands, yet you shed no tears of blood!”
As Shin Ma’s screech tore the air, Namgung Hyeok blew away the dust from his finger and raised his chin.
“Parents.”
His voice, laden with concentrated Internal Energy, struck Shin Ma squarely across the ridge.
“They who nobly sacrificed their lives to preserve the Namgung bloodline. Should I lose my reason and descend into madness at the words of your shallow three-inch tongue, there would be no greater gift to you.”
The corner of Namgung Hyeok’s mouth twisted into a sharp smile.
“You appear, and this is all you can manage? A provocation that falls utterly flat. Pitiful.”
“You…you damned little wretch…!”
The one who should have been consumed by rage instead froze cold and answered with logic.
Shin Ma slammed his staff against the ground with a thunderous crack and began anew.
“The boy’s mouth runs! You’ve barely scraped together the bones of a dead clan, and scraped together a pitiful handful of stragglers from every corner—and you have the audacity to think yourself my equal?”
His gaze swept across the defenders positioned on the walls and rooftops—Namgung’s own people and talents from other sects.
“You have deserters who already abandoned their clan once, cowards who would betray it at the first sign of blood! And outsiders who will flee to save their own skins the moment fortune turns! You dare challenge my legions with such a rabble? Wake up! The instant they see blood, they’ll plant their daggers in your back and scatter like rats!”
This was Shin Ma’s second psychological assault—aimed at fracturing the unity of his enemies.
It was a devastating stratagem.
The faces of those who had once abandoned Namgung turned ashen.
Though they had sworn never to repeat such betrayal, being touched on so raw a wound now brought anguish.
The solid fighting spirit of the Namgung alliance flickered and dimmed in an instant.
‘Yes! It’s working!’
Shin Ma wore a smile of triumph—when—
“What the hell is that idiot saying?”
Namgung Hyeok tilted his head back and cut through the air with a razor-sharp retort.
In that chilling voice, the Namgung alliance’s fading resolve suddenly solidified and deepened.
“The moment you set foot beneath my Cang Tian, whether enemy or ally, you leave only by my permission. Remember that.”
It was a nakedly selfish proclamation—one serving only himself.
Shin Ma thought the young Clan Head had spoken a reckless thing. Yet—
‘What is this…?’
In the faces of those looking up at him, he saw a faith run deep as bedrock.
They’re planning to exploit us openly — so why do these fools feel so secure, as though they’ve found a sturdy wall to lean against?
‘Have these madmen collectively lost their minds? They’re bowing and scraping to this arrogant whelp regardless of birth or station…….’
In the confusion of his lost words, Namgung Hyeok’s voice pierced through like a blade.
“Torturing and oppressing the living wasn’t enough — now you drag out the dead and puppet them too, you wretched creatures. How dare you speak of master and brother with that filthy mouth, pretending to honor loyalty and righteousness?”
Namgung Hyeok drew a fresh cigarette from his breast and placed it between his lips.
Snap. Crackle-hiss.
He coaxed the ember to life, reddening the tobacco’s end, then spoke in a low, terrible voice.
“If they long for your company so desperately, I’ll send them to join you.”
An overwhelming killing intent cascaded down the slopes of Cheonju Mountain like a waterfall.
“An old monk I once knew used to say this: creatures of malice like you, who torment both the living and the dead, are condemned even after death to languish forever in the deepest pits of Hell, suffering for an eternity of ages without respite.”
Having spoken, Namgung Hyeok drew deeply on the cigarette wedged between his lips, then roughly swept back his windblown hair with one hand.
Exhale.
A thick plume of grey ash drifted from his full lips, caught by Cang Tian’s sharp wind and dispersed into the distance.
The deep violet Demonic Energy that rose from his slender frame tangled with that smoke, shimmering with an ominous, wavering haze.
The Heavenly Demon who had commanded wars smiled — brilliant and blood-tinged.
“And I will place you there.”
“You… you insolent brat!!”
Shin Ma, who had thought his youth made him easy prey for psychological warfare, had achieved nothing but his own undoing.
He trembled with fury, raising his staff and swinging it forward with vicious force.
“Kill them! Tear them to shreds! Leave not a single one alive!!”
A horrific shriek split the air.
At the command, the robed sorcerers snapped their hands forward.
Grotesquely stitched wolves and the Corpse Demons of the Mansu Gorge erupted down the ridge, their crimson eyes ablaze.
Screech-screech-screech!
Nor was that all — above them, flocks of dead crows blotted out the sky above Namgung’s Cang Tian.
Shin Ma watched the dead beasts rage like the possessed and felt satisfaction bloom.
The enemy would surely be swallowed by fear, consumed by chaos.
“Wherever my feet touch becomes Hell itself! How dare a wretch like you speak of Hell before me!”
It was then, as he raised his staff in certainty of victory—
“Enough of this nonsense. Salvaging corpses and acting so proud of it.”
Despite the crows that had turned the sky black, Namgung Hyeok on the rooftop tilted his head back defiantly.
“We possess the living raptors of the Seomun Clan!”
Before the cool command had even finished echoing, the majestic hawks waiting on the high cliffs of Cheonju Mountain spread their wings in unison and launched skyward.
Screee! Kyaaa!
Living hawk and dead crow collided in violent chaos.
The crows, which belched Turbid Energy without limit, held the upper hand in raw combat strength.
The hawks began to suffer claw-marks from the crows’ savage talons.
“A wasted effort! How can beasts that know fear hope to overcome beasts that know no pain?”
Shin Ma howled his mockery.
Yet the Clan Head’s voice carried no tremor whatsoever.
“I have tasted death, so I know the loneliness of the dead.”
His voice was tinged with bitterness. Then a small smile broke across his lips.
“Therefore, in this life, I have chosen to remain among the living.”
He raised his blade toward the tallest watchtower.
“Seomun — aid the hawks and defend Namgung’s Cang Tian!”
“Your command!”
The warriors of the Seomun Clan stationed in the tower immediately placed their fingers to their lips and began to whistle in an eerie, complex rhythm.
It was the secret Beast Mastery of the Seomun Clan, passed down through generations.
Upon hearing the whistle, the hawks instantly formed a triangular formation.
They abandoned direct entanglement with the crows, spread their wings to seize the height advantage, and drove their talons downward with crushing force.
Flap, flutter-flap!
Under the hawks’ relentless pressure, the crows’ altitude plummeted helplessly.
“Behold the flames of the Seomun Clan!”
The Seomun warriors wielded blades wreathed in ferocious fire, hacking and slashing without mercy.
Where the flames touched, the Turbid Energy ignited and burned; the crows crumbled to ash.
Shin Ma’s eyes went wide in shock.
“The Seomun Clan! Clinging to life even after losing your home, stubborn as weeds……!”
But that was not all.
The black-robed warriors who had been concealed atop the highest corners of the pavilions and ramparts rose as one.
Whistle-whistle-whish! Thud, crack!
Projectiles flew from their hands and pelted the crows’ bodies like a downpour, piercing clean through.
Remarkably, talismans inscribed with red characters hung from the tips of the hidden blades.
Purified by the talismans’ power, the crows ignited where they hung and vanished.
Shin Ma’s jaw fell slack as he recognized the crimson serpent embroidered across the chest.
“The Sichuan Dang Clan—they’ve joined forces too!?”
These men who had once guarded their own houses alone now stood united to hold back the sky, and Shin Ma’s teeth ground together involuntarily.
‘No matter—it changes nothing! The crows were only ever meant to draw attention and sow confusion!’
The real threat, measured by combat power, was the enormous wolf charging forward in a flood and the Corpse Demons from the Ten Thousand Hands Demon Valley.
How could they possibly withstand such a terrifying onslaught head-on?
Then it happened.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom! Heavy, resonant tremors echoed from somewhere in the distance.
“……?!”
The haze of dust on the outer flank of Namgung suddenly split wide open.
The iron cavalry of Taishan came charging across the earth, revealing their full might.
“Here stand the elite of the Sandong Ak Clan and the Hwangbo Clan!!”
The two men at the vanguard let out a thunderous roar.
The cavalry from Taishan leveled their spears and glaives, forming a wedge formation.
They surged forward at speed, piercing into the flank of the Ten Thousand Hands Demon Valley Corpse Demons.
Crash, boom!
As they were slashed and pierced, tumbling helplessly to the ground, Shin Ma’s neck veins bulged with rage.
“Fools! They are already dead—creatures that know neither pain nor fear! Did you truly think their flesh would crumble so easily from a blade or two?”
A Corpse Demon could crawl even with limbs severed, a monster that would gnaw at the throat of anything in its path.
Yet Shin Ma’s confidence shattered in an instant.
“What—what is this?”
Where the glaive and spear struck the wolf Corpse Demons, their bodies split wide open.
Instead of regenerating, they hardened like clay and crumbled to dust.
Their heads were finally crushed beneath a horse’s hooves and scattered, leaving no trace behind.
There was only one reason for their destruction.
‘Talismans……!’
Now that he looked, the masters of the Dang Clan who wielded the hidden blades wore yellow talismans, as did the blades of the Seomun Clan masters raining fire down from the walls.
Each time an attack struck true, a talisman burned away and was consumed.
Yet they wielded a lethal power against the Corpse Demons.
‘Curse it! The Corpse Manipulation secret technique my brother should have recovered has fallen into Namgung hands and now turns against us!’
Could it be? After all these years hidden, the Blood Cult’s secret art was collapsing so pathetically?
Yet he would not yield.
‘Each impact burns through the talismans so easily—proof they are still crude, not permanent.’
Besides, the Blood Cult’s assassins and sorcerers remained, as well as the most powerful upper-tier Corpse Demons, all untouched.
“No matter how much they thrash and struggle on the surface, how can they possibly stop the blade that rises from deep within us?”
This was the most lethal ambush tactic he had employed when annihilating the Orthodox Sects’ many clans.
“Once the interior crumbles, the outer walls fall of their own accord! Follow me!”
Shin Ma raised his staff high and brought it down against the ground with a thunderous crack.
His powerful Blood Cult Sorcery caused the earth to collapse like a marsh.
Leading the remaining assassins and sorcerers, he vanished into the cloud of dust.
In a single breath, he bypassed the most heavily fortified front line and erupted into the courtyard of the Namgung main house, where defenses lay thin.
Boom!
The marble courtyard shattered, and Shin Ma and his assassins emerged grotesquely from the earth, caked in soil.
When the clan heads of most sects had surrendered their necks in terror at such underground infiltration, he was certain the Namgung Clan Head, Namgung Hyeok, would prove no different.
‘The boy of Namgung will carry this nightmare even beyond death!’
A vicious grin spread across his face as he raised his gaze. But what he saw was—
“……What?”
Not a face drained of all color, eyes rolling in panic, nor shoulders trembling with fear.
Upon the roof of the Namgung main hall, beneath the clan’s blue banner,
stood Namgung Hyeok silhouetted against a vast silver moon, a thick and sinister demonic nature oozing from between strands of hair that danced in the wind.
His face held an expression of supreme arrogance and pitiless cruelty, one corner of his mouth curled in a cruel smile.
Looking down at the crawling Shin Ma as one might gaze upon an insect.
“I knew you would come. Welcome.”
Namgung Hyeok angled the Qing Hai Gao Yue and whispered, its edge gleaming with cold light.
Like a demon torn from the depths of nightmare itself, low and secretive.
“I welcome you to Cang Tian, my Namgung.”

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